The reality of living out
Every day we look at a sky that is not familiar to us, we hear another language speak, we are in contact with people in places that are not at home, and many times we find ourselves thinking if the choice was the right one.
We all want more and more and for this reason we are pushed many times to get away, to leave from a place that although comfortable as our home, can not give us the road and the satisfactions we are looking for. Maybe you too, who are reading now you have not satisfiedof the easy road, of the tiled road, with the lights that signal the delimitation of the same, a flat road that runs straight without holes in front, no, you have chosen the other. The less comfortable, the one full of potholes, the dark one, unlit, and even if you were afraid and afraid, go ahead. Many times we wonder if we really did the right way, if we made the right choices, if that easy, heated, and safe road was the best choice. And we will never know it, but we would never even question or test ourselves, with greater trials than we do.
We are always full of doubts and questions especially on the path we are going through, but we continue to struggle. Moments of happiness alternate with moments of melancholy. Moments of despair, in which you only want to go back, there are messages of lies for the family where they say “it’s all right, here I am great”.
Living outside the home is not at all simple, we are far from everyone and everything, we can not rely on anyone but only and exclusively on our strength. We begin to reevaluate friendships and begin to give real value to the word that closes the meaning of friendship. We give weight to life.
What was dark then becomes bright, and even on a rainy day, job satisfaction or not, they warm you up and reward you with sacrifices made, of sadness and fear, and you feel as charged as you’ve never been, and realize that if you managed to get here and bear the weight of a metropolis on your shoulders, you can do it all.